"No game. Arm wrestling. An actual contest of strength. Thought aboutcards, but seems more appropriate for a test of manhood."I shrugged."So be it."I ...as pretty sure I would take him. He was skinny, and I worked out a lotmore. But Grant somehow had leverage, or motivation. After he countedthree, I found myself on the edge of losing. I felt like I put up a goodfight - and I didn't want to give up - but I got to a point where I justcouldn't fight it anymore. The back of my hand hit the stone and. I listen intently, hoping against hope that you'll forgive me without feeling the need to punish me.The minutes -- well, I think they are minutes -- tick by. The quietness around me is becoming heavy. Are you here? I wonder. Are you with me? I dare not say another word. What would I say anyway that I haven't said already? That you didn't already hear? Or know?The silence stretches out even further. My muscles are aching from holding the dowel in place. The skin under my collar is becoming. He’s a bible-thumper and an ambitious weasel, but he’s an excellent administrator. I don’t know if she has always been so cold and heartless but in the three years I’ve been here, she has treated me like I was shit on her shoe. I try to avoid her and I suggest you do the same. She could bring your football playing to a halt.”“To late for that, I’m afraid. I have a meeting with her tomorrow at 2:30, I’ll be late for practice but I need to get her off my back,” Jake said.“Well, I don’t know what. .. Good... Mom?" His fingers found the curving slit of her heatedly moist vagina, and he brushed the tips across the tiny hardened bud of her clitoris."Ohh, yesssss... My darling... Ooohhh, yesssss!" She was going to burst from the pressure in her belly as she felt his fingers probing into the wetly quivering opening to her cunt. His face was pressed into the softness of her breasts, and his hot young mouth nipped at the hardened tips, sending electric bolts of pleasure coursing through her.